Addiction
He thinks of her, her gentle touch the reason he's alive. Reproachless love, it means so much as he tries to survive. It's her that spurs his spirit on, her love that never dies. He feels closest to the dawn When, in her arms, he lies. If only love could quell his lust rid him of this affliction but it cannot and so he must beware of his addiction. His hands begin to tremble, His arms begin to quake To stop it would be simple if this promise he could break. Just on the edge of sanity he seems to walk a line. He's losing his humanity It's drowning in the wine People once counted as friends, are just temptation now. This evil thirst it never ends, they offer him the trough. He can't go back, he can't press on though bravely he persists reaching forward to the dawn the darkness he resists. Steadfastly she will cling to him, though others shake their head. They say his inner light is dim and he has made this bed. "Let